Ask nothing more of me sweet; All I can give you I give; Heart of my heart were it more, More would be laid at your feet.
Interpretation
The speaker expresses a deep and selfless love, willing to give all they have.
In this quote, Algernon Charles Swinburne conveys a profound declaration of love, indicating that the speaker feels complete devotion to their beloved. They express that while they can only offer what they possess at present, their love and generosity would extend even further if it were within their means to do so, reflecting the depth of their emotional investment and commitment.
In practice
During a romantic dinner, one partner expresses this quote to emphasize their unwavering devotion.
The highest spiritual quality, the noblest property of mind a man can have, is this of loyalty ... a man with no loyalty in him, with no sense of love or reverence or devotion due to something outside and above his poor daily life, with its pains and pleasures, profits and losses, is as evil a case as man can be.
There is no such thing as a dumb poet or a handless painter. The essence of an artist is that he should be articulate.
For the crown of our life as it closes Is darkness, the fruit thereof dust; No thorns go as deep as a rose's, And love is more cruel than lust. Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives.
Wan February with weeping cheer,_x000D_ _x000D_ Whose cold hand guides the youngling year_x000D_ _x000D_ Down misty roads of mire and rime,_x000D_ _x000D_ Before thy pale and fitful face_x000D_ _x000D_ The shrill wind shifts the clouds apace_x000D_ _x000D_ Through skies the morning scarce may climb._x000D_ _x000D_ Thine eyes are thick with heavy tears,_x000D_ _x000D_ But lit with hopes that light the year's.
Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran, Pleasure with pain for leaven, Summer with flowers that fell, Remembrance fallen from heaven, And Madness risen from hell, Strength without hands to smite, Love that endures for a breath; Night, the shadow of light, And Life, the shadow of death.
I that have love and no more_x000D_ _x000D_ Give you but love of you, sweet;_x000D_ _x000D_ He that hath more, let him give;_x000D_ _x000D_ He that hath wings, let him soar;_x000D_ _x000D_ Mine is the heart at your feet_x000D_ _x000D_ Here, that must love you to live.
May I ask your name, my lady? Or perhaps angels have no names, only beautiful faces.
With that strange knowing that comes over me, like a clairvoyance, I know that I am sure of myself and my enormous and alarmingly timeless love for you; which will always be.
Any kind of novelty or excitement drives up dopamine in the brain, and dopamine is associated with romantic love.
Were kisses all the joys in bed, _x000D_ One woman would another wed.
Love and work are the only two real things in our lives. They belong together, otherwise it is off. Work is in itself a form of love.
Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.
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